The beating of a heart, I heard, was just machineryThe breathy echo of a word, a program on repeatI fought to keep the blinders on, to tell myself you're realBut in the end, alright, I'm wrong, you didn't, couldn't feelYour flesh and blood, a spire stands, a circuit in the sparkYour lovely face, a plastic case, a robot's all you areA robot's all you areI oftentimes became confused by how you would behaveAs if were there the word to lose, there's nothing you would sayToday, of course, I understand, umbilicals don't plugYour mother, father, it's your man, your god, and it's your drugYour flesh and blood, a spire stands, a circuit in the sparkYour lovely face, a plastic case, a robot's all you areA robot's all you areA robot's all you are